Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

"Mr Joe?"

Xiao Zhang waited for a long time, before Qiao Ansheng could hear back, he couldn't help but yelled a few times.

Qiao Ansheng returned to her senses. She buckled the pen in her hand into the cap, pushed aside the chair, and stood up: "Well, I see, please send it for me, please."

Xiao Zhang moved neatly, almost when Qiao Ansheng walked to the door, she had already pushed open the door with something in her arms.

Qiao Ansheng stared at the cardboard box that had been sent from thousands of miles away. The box was not too big, and there should be nothing big. She squatted down, holding a utility knife and cut through the layers of tape.

The box snorted and opened.

As usual, it was a familiar smell, the same smell of paper corruption as she smelled in the archives that day.

Qiao Ansheng was shocked by the smell, pinched his nose, leaned back slightly, fanned the smell a few times with his hand, and then turned his head and looked inside the box...

I saw the huge box with only one yellow envelope, which was fixed in the center by bubble paper.

The yellow envelope looked like something from the last century. It was too chronological. I didn't know if the cover was stained with water or it was so mottled.

Qiao Ansheng reached out and picked up the envelope.

It's quite heavy.

She opened the seal and plopped from inside...

A very old cowhide notebook fell out.

That notebook is rarely seen on the market now, and it looks like it has been through the vicissitudes of life. The best cowhide has also become crumpled under the ravages of time, revealing a moldy and decayed smell.

On the title page, two small characters were written in Juanxiu's font: "Lin Qing".

"Notebook? Isn't it Aunt Lin Qing's diary?"

Qiao Ansheng was a little surprised. She originally thought it would be some of Lin Qing's clothes, but she didn't expect it would be Lin Qing's notebook.

No wonder the old man must insist on giving this thing to her.

After all, this diary is much more important than clothes and luggage.

Qiao Ansheng picked up the notebook, flipped through it casually, and lifted it up.

As a result, she forgot that the notebook was old, the paper inside was curled up, and all the lines were dropped. When she mentioned it so casually, many yellowed pages fell off.

Qiao Ansheng was taken aback for a moment, looked down at the paper scattered in the cardboard box, and frowned slightly.

She didn't mean to spy on Lin Qing's privacy, but now the notebook was scattered because of her actions.

Qiao Ansheng had no choice but to carefully take out the notebook together with the paper inside, as if holding some treasure, and holding it to his desk.

She freed up a little space on the desk and carefully placed the scattered paper on the desk. Fortunately, Lin Qingyou wrote the date on each page.

Qiao Ansheng was well lined up, she inserted the scattered paper back in again, and occasionally scanned the contents of the diary without a date.

However, this glance made Qiao Ansheng stiff.

Her eyes were a little stunned, her hand stiffened like a piece of iron and picked up the piece of paper, staring straight at the half piece of paper, as if it had been a century.

Qiao Ansheng only finished reading the content of the paper.

After reading, Qiao Ansheng's body trembled uncontrollably, and the content on the paper gave her a sense of suffocation like an avalanche.

If this is true...

That……

Qiao Ansheng stumbled up from the desk. She smoothed out the crumpled sheets of paper, then stuffed it into the notebook, holding the notebook in her arms and walking outside.

She was so shocked that she walked out swayingly without noticing her feet. She tripped over the corner of the chair and fell heavily to the ground.

Knee hit the ground, and there was a dull crash, but Qiao Ansheng seemed to feel nothing, carrying the notebook.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, opened the door and rushed out.

Standing at the elevator entrance, Qiao Ansheng couldn't help taking out his mobile phone and calling Qin Yanchen. The phone rang for a second and was picked up.

"Sheng Sheng?"

The man's background sound was very noisy, but his low voice hit Qiao Ansheng's mind unexpectedly, and Qiao Ansheng's fingertips instantly gathered.

She calmed her mind: "Are you upstairs?"

The man over there paused, seeming to hear her tone a little unusual, and said in a deep voice, "No, I'm outside."

There seemed to be someone talking to Qin Yanchen next to him. Qin Yanchen should have covered the microphone and responded vaguely before continuing to say to Qiao Ansheng, "Some things outside need me to deal with, what's wrong with you?"

The elevator slammed open.

Qiao Ansheng held the door open button. She stared at the bright red number on the elevator door, a little flustered, and she had calmed down a lot during the little time she talked to the man.

"fine……"

Qiao Ansheng clutched the diary in his arms tightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in secret. When he opened his eyes again, his complexion suddenly became firm: "Nothing, I miss you a little."

Qiao Ansheng was standing in the elevator in the corridor, and the wind from where she came from swish filled her body and suppressed the initial panic in her heart.

"If you are busy, then I won't bother you. I just want to tell you. I kind of want to see my grandparents, so I'll go by myself."

No matter if Qin Yanchen is not there, Qiao Ansheng released the elevator button, and the elevator door slowly closed. There are some things, let Qin Yanchen know for now.

She faced the phone with a bright smile, as if she could see the delicate and unparalleled silhouette of the man through the void in front of her.

"When you are finished, remember to pick me up."

Her voice was blessed by the microphone, as if carrying an electric current, climbing up Qin Yanchen's spine little by little.

The man's voice was gentle and indulgent: "Okay."

After Qiao Ansheng hung up the phone, he reluctantly closed the line.

Chi Yang followed him: "President Qin?"

Qin Yanchen received his phone, and his tenderness faded from his eyebrows in an instant. He glanced forward and his voice was cold: "Hurry up."

Don't delay him to pick up his young wife home.

...

On the other side, Qiao Ansheng hung up the phone and took a deep breath once again, supporting the wall with his hand.

The things recorded in Lin Qing's notebook really surprised her, involving a series of things many years ago, so she was in a panic and couldn't help thinking that she was going to tell Qin Yanchen.

But the impulse was only for a moment, the transfer of the house instantly, calmly and gradually returned, the sweetness that rose in her chest because of Qin Yanchen was slowly suppressed.

Then came cold.